Jun 252010

Did one of these posts fairly recently, but I really thought this was a good one when I spotted it at Falcon’s Eyrie.  (I see from a related post that I did one containing several of these questions earlier, but there’s enough unique content to be worth it.)

1. The phone rings; who don’t you want it to be?
Almost anyone.  I don’t like talking on the phone at all.  In fact, absent a specific and sustainable purpose, I find it senseless for a conversation with someone less than 20 miles away to last any more than two or three minutes.  The telephone is a means, not an end.

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
Yes.  Moreover, if I see someone leave one in the middle of the parking lot, and I’m in the right mood, I’ll embarrass that person.

3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?
It depends.  If it’s a business setting, definitely more of a listener, though I talk when I have something to contribute.  In a more casual setting, about half and half.  I talk the most when what I’m saying is receiving the ongoing approval of women in attendance.

4. What was the last compliment that someone gave you?
I recently received a professional compliment concerning a human relations effort I’d made that was noticed.  I appreciated it.

5. Do you play the lottery?

6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, who would you want with you?

This is not enough information to answer the question.  Do I have any idea where I am?  Is it a forest?  A desert?  A grassland?  Who abandoned me?

7. Do you like to ride horses?
That I can recall, my complete equestrian experience consists of being on a led pony for about three minutes, when I was 8 or 9.  I’ve never felt any drive to ride a horse.

8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?

I went to YMCA Day Camp a few years.  It was fun.

9. What is your favorite party game?
Probably Pictionary, but I absolutely cannot drink when I play it, as I become socially unacceptable.  I’m excellent at Taboo.  I’ve never lost at Balderdash.

10. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you go for it?
Of course not.

11. When was the last time that you lied?
I can’t remember.  I try pretty hard not to at all, but I’m sure I tell a minor one of convenience once in a while.

12. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?
It depends on how different.  I was never very good at casual dating, so most of the time I began evaluating a relationship for marriage potential fairly quickly.  Then the question becomes “could you marry someone…”  Off the top of my head, I doubt I could have married an atheist, a satanist, a Muslim, or anything involving worshiping nature as a deity.  I also don’t care for vague “spirituality.”

13. If you have a S/O, who pursued who? If not, do you like to pursue or be pursued?
I nominally pursued Lea, I suppose, but we were ready to be together, so it wasn’t like there was a lot of drama.

14. Use six words to describe yourself.
Loving father, husband; humbly following Christ.

15. Name a song that could make you cry.
“Down from Dover” by Dolly Parton rips me completely to pieces.

16. Are you pleased with your education?
I am in that it’s been part of what’s enabled me to have a rewarding and lucrative career.  There were a lot of other degrees I’d have enjoyed for their own sakes, but that wouldn’t have had as much earning potential.

17. How do you feel about gun control?
I want everyone armed to the teeth.

18. If your house was on fire, what thing would be the first thing you grabbed?
Children.  Duh.

19. How often do you have a romantic weekend?
The whole weekend?  We haven’t done that since before we had the boys.  We’ve been getting better about date night, though.  Our church youth group making itself available for babysitting once a month has helped that effort quite a lot.

20. Do you think more about the past, present or future?
Definitely the present, as it’s requiring more of me than it has in quite a while.

21. What was the last adult magazine that you have read?
I’m sure it was Playboy.  Couldn’t tell you when.  Year ago?

22. What are you told about your eyes?
The last great thing someone told me about my eyes was that there was no evidence of retinal damage from my (formerly) untreated hypertension.

23. How tall is just right?
I have no opinion.

24. Where is your dream house located?
I’d love for it to be the case that you turned onto my property and had to drive another mile to get to my house.

25. Do you have a secret fetish?
Sure.  Several little ones, and one big one.

26. Have you tried bourbon? If yes, what type?
Bourbon is my drink.  Unless you’re a fairly serious connoisseur, it’s a safe bet I’ve tried any bourbon you can name.

27. Have you ever seen a male or female stripper?
My most memorable stripper experience was shooting Crown Royal with one until 3 in the morning when I was in Atlanta on business about ten years ago.  Her name was Holly, she was spectacularly gorgeous, and she was eating dinner with her boyfriend, who was the director of security at the club where she worked.  The three of us drank and laughed until we closed the place.  Wow, did I ever have a headache the next day (you know, like five hours later).

28. When was the last time you were at TGI Fridays?
I met Saintseester there a few months ago.

29. When was the last time you were at church?

30. Where was the furthest place you traveled today?

31. What was your favorite job?
I hold it now.  I am a technical writer.

32. What condiments do you like at your BBQ?
Depends on the barbecue.  For pulled pork, I like a touch of white sauce, some vinegar-based slaw, a good shot of black pepper, and a lot of dill pickle chips.  For ribs, I like a thicker red sauce.

33. Bud is hosting Thursday Thunks this week. Will you play?
I have no idea what this means.

34. Do you look like your mom or dad?

35. Who was the last person that you showered with (it’s okay to leave out the name)?

 Posted by at 12:01 am
Jun 242010
  • Whooping cough is killing people in California.  In 2010.  This doesn’t sound like autism hysteria is a factor, but hopefully it’ll get some of those folks’ attention.  (What am I talking about?  Of course it won’t.  It’ll all be part of the same diabolical scheme.)
  • I watched Pee-wee’s Big Adventure with the boys the other night.  You know how some movies stand the test of time, their inherent excellence shining through even after 25 years?  Yeah, this isn’t one of them.
  • My grandmother once pointed out to me that there was a Bible verse stamped into every Edwards frozen pie plate.  I enjoyed that, and looked for it every time.  They stopped sometime fairly recently (I’d guess within the last five years or so).  That’s sad.
  • Sometimes I’ll encounter someone interesting on Twitter and decide to follow him/her, only to discover that s/he apparently does nothing else in the entire world but tweet.  What’s with that?  Come on; 12 to 15 tweets every waking hour?
  • I could easily have gone the rest of my life without reading “Al Gore” and “muffled moans” in the same article.
  • If I were shopping for a $25-30K coupe, the Hyundai Genesis would get my serious consideration.  This is at least as much a steal as the sedan.
  • I guess Obama found some ass to kick.
     Posted by at 7:26 am
    Jun 232010

    Recently I read an article examining Facebook’s role in class reunions.  I found particularly interesting the speculation that Facebook was responsible for declining attendance.

    It makes some sense.  Facebook makes it so easy to keep up with everyone, so what’s the point of putting on a tie, having baked chicken and vegetable medley, then stumbling through a few chemically enhanced dance steps with Lily what’s-her-name from 20 years ago?

    I don’t really see it making much difference in terms of where your class is now, either.  Several of my high school classmates have moved away, but I suspect a solid majority of them are still within 25 miles of Madison.  You might think that’d be an ongoing impetus to get together there, but you’d be wrong.  Perhaps it’s different for other people, but I’ve found that just because it’s easy to get together casually doesn’t mean it happens very often.

    I think I agree with the view that Facebook hurts face-to-face reunion prospects.  The kinds of things about a person you’re going to take from such a meeting are generally already present on a Facebook profile, and if you want more than that from a person, you don’t wait to see that person every ten years, you know?

    Everyone’s got their own piles of stuff going on.  That momentum—of family, of career, of adulthood in general—is formidable.  I think Facebook robs the nostalgic urge of a lot of its spirit, and its larceny is effective enough to deny many reunions critical mass.

    I think that explains the rise in multi-year reunions (one of which my class is part of later this year).  I’m interested to see if that’s the new normal, or if it’s just a stop-over on the way to extinction.

     Posted by at 7:01 am
    Jun 212010

    I don’t like Barack Obama at all.  I think he is the worst president of my lifetime.  His comprehensive incompetence is exceeded only by his wanton arrogance.  I think we are getting an excellent glimpse of how it would be if a preening master’s student with no self-awareness and a skull full of hard-left nonsense, totally unchecked by empiricism (or even practicality), ran the United States of America.

    That said, I’ve been hesitant to overly blame the Obama administration for the ongoing environmental disaster in the Gulf of Mexico.  There have been cheap shots to take—it’s easy to pick on how many times “day one” or “from the beginning” appeared in The One’s early rhetoric on the matter, for example—but by and large, I haven’t taken them.  Go ahead; check.  The Search box is to the left.

    No, it’s BP’s problem.  It’s a classic low-probability, high-consequence one.  Almost all of the time, it won’t happen.  It did, and they’re trying to fix it, and in my estimation, they’re not trying to duck anything (though the overly-lawyered appearance by the CEO last week was a bad joke).

    Hey, guess what little detail “they’re trying to fix it” seems to include?

    What would you think if you learned that BP told the federal government on February 13 it was having trouble sealing cracks around the Macondo well, the site of the Deepwater Horizon explosion and subsequent gusher?

    What if you learned that in early March, BP informed the government that it was having trouble controlling surges of natural gas at the site (believed to be a primary factor in the explosion), including a March 10 email from a BP executive to the Minerals Management Service supervisor in charge of the district indicating a “well control situation”?

    (The rig exploded April 20.)

    Bloomberg has a story here.  The article where I first learned of it—an editorial calling for the president to radically change his tactics or resign—is here.

    I learned at my friend Saintseester’s site that the government refused all manner of help in the early days, essentially saying “thanks but no thanks” to Dutch offers to help clean water and what-not.  There’s also Obama’s ongoing refusal to waive the Jones Act, which is widely seen as deference to his union thugs constituency.

    There were already cases to be made.

    Now we learn that BP told the federal government it was having serious trouble more than two months before the explosion.  Think about the threshold for such a report to happen.  A federal regulatory agency’s job is to regulate, right?  So it’s a safe assumption that on BP’s bottom line, such an agency is to be tolerated rather than embraced, because more likely than not it’s going to act counter to profits, right?  That’s what regulation is.  If it felt great, it wouldn’t be necessary.

    It’s a root canal, not a steak and an orgasm.

    So we have BP dutifully telling on itself two months before the disaster, and the Obama adminstration doing…what, exactly?

    “From Day One, we have planned and prepared for the worst even as we hoped for the best.” – Barack Obama, May 2

    Mr. Obama, “Day One” is looking very much like February 13.

    And you didn’t do jack.

     Posted by at 7:05 pm